Paint Your Wagon. I Still See Elisa. Zeneszám

I still see Elisa, she keeps on returning
As breathless, young as ever
I still hear Elisa and still feel the yearning
To hold her against me again

Her heart was made of holidays
Her smile was made of dawn
Her laughter was an April song
That echoes on and on

Since I saw Elisa
The shadows are falling
And winter is calling above
But I still see Elisa

Whenever I dream of love